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Foe tha love of $

Foe tha' love of money

Gotta make that money, man

Gotta make that money man

That money, man

It's still the same now

It's still the same, now

Gotta get on the grind

Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine

Pop in the clip of my nine

And bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk

And bitch if you slip

And fall in the nighttime

You hit the chalk and fall in the night time

Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses

Gotta get mine

Ain't takin no shorts or no losses

Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home

Hop on the phone

Polishin' the MAC-1O chrome

Callin' my nigga sin at home

Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your shit

Polishin' that MAC-10 crome

'Cause once again, it's on to the dome with a fifth of

Gotta a lick so bring yo shit

(Burb)

Cause once again it's on

My wig to the curb, so we swerve

To the dome with a fifth of burb

we wig to the curb so we swerve

And rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug

And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug

And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house

And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse

Smoke jump outta me bong, so high, now comin'

Smoke jump outta me bong

To slay with four grenades and a gauge

So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge

I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay

Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place

Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the

And quickly rolled up, bulldozed through the livin' room

place and quickly rolled up

Bulldozed through the living room

Hopped out of the car and started to blow up

Buck, Buck, and a kaboom

Buck, buck and a kabloom, me blew

Me blew all them bodies all over the room

All them bodies all over the room, them doomed

Them doomed

And gotta move fast, why? The po-po's comin'

And gotta move fast, why?

Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny

The po-po's comin'

I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause

Snatch up me yummy

Flesh be lovin' this money, this money

So nigga don't think it's funny

I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat

I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas

Cause Flesh be lovin' this money

Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet

I'm given uo love to the hustlas

All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that

money stayin' on your feet

And you better believe gotta have that cheese

For the green leaves, never catch me sleep

Stay on the grind, get mine

Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime

Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine

And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that 1lello

Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale,

Makin' me sale, twenties, nickels and dimes

twenties nickles and dimes

Beat up and stick up a lick up

Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven

Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'

Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin

Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven

Feelin one-eight-seven

That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat

That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat

Mission, to check a mill and still be real

Mission to check a mill and still be real

Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up

Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up

Won't sleep till I'm done up

Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up

Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme

Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make some green

Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?

'Cause soldiers nut up, what up?

Gotta get that buisness on, even though

the buddah run me, stun me

Gotta get that business on

Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it

Even though the buddah run me

for he love of the money

Stun me, feelin' lovely but I'm just in it for the

Foe tha love of $

[Chorus]

Foe tha love of $

Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Gotta make that money, man

Aw ahit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!

That money, man

So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree

It's still the same, now

Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks

Aw, shit, here comes the muthafuckin' cops

So I dash, I duck and I hides behind a tree

Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me

Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em

Now my fat sack of rocks, hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em

Police on my draws, i had to pause

Police on my draws, I had to pause and yeah

And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em

It's still muthafuck 'em, now my game is tight

Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game

Tight as fuck is my game

Easy muthafuckin E or Eric Wright it's all the same

Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip

Eazy-muthafuckin'-E or Eric Wright it's all the same

I gotta have it bitch

Now, niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip

For the love of this shit

I gotta have it, bitch

MUTHAFUCKA!!

For the love of this shit, muthafucka

[Chorus]

Gotta make that money, man

That money, man

When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways,

It's still the same, now

down for my crime everytime

Follow me down the nine-nine, and you

When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways

will find all of me kind

Down for my crime everytime, follow me down the nine nine

Check out the ripsta, now, drop down

And you will find all of me kind

Run 'em up outta me hood

Check out the Ripsta, now, drop down

Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click

Run 'em up outta me hood, rip's straight

When I'm makin' me grip with a me click

Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be

Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump blood

Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood

Got nothing to lose, bitch

Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug

It's goin' down steady pump and peel

rounds, gunnin' with a me gang

Bang, gotta make that money man

It's still the same

Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now

While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see

For the dub you're done

For the bud, I run, for the love of my money

Got nothin' to lose, bitch, ya better respect Rip

Nigga down for my thug off in this game

Or ya best just check this slug, it's goin' down

Steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang

Bang, gotta make that money, man

It's still the same, steady runnin' thangs wild

And follow me now, while I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see

For the dub, you're done, for the bud, I run

For the love of my money

Nigga down for my thang off in this thug game

So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off

On the mission to back in the days

on the mission to back in the

When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs

days

When niggas was bailin' with

And wanted to get paid, runnin' to my side,

sawed-offs and wanted to get paid

Lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money

Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta,

You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass

both on the mission for money

'Cause me and my nigga was hungry

You give u the cash, oh, that was your ass

Cause me and me nigga was hungary

And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might just catch one

And bitch, if you're stallin' you might

To the temple and um, Bone raw doggin'

just catch one to the temple

So nigga just make this shit simple and run

And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just

To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets

make tha shit simple and run

To catch one nigga me fill 'em with

And dump 'em in rivers, remember, me killa, now

bullets and dump 'em in rivers

Remember, me killa now

For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer

'Cause bitch, you were slippin', I'll cut ya, then rip ya

Cause bitch you were slippin'

Then buck ya down, steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'

I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down

Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'

Nigga drugdealin', needin' a million

Nigga drugdealin', needin a million

Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'

For the money, these niggas be sellin'

For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut

Off in the cut, where you find a nigga thuggin'

Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies

And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember

Off in braids and skullies and when I stick ya

I get 'em up for the love of the money

And lick ya, remember

For the love of money

I get 'em up foe tha love of $

Foe tha love of $

Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house

For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah, rollin'

for the nine-quats nigga

With Ruthless Records in this bitch

Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch

My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone

My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bine,

And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone

Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone

In the muthafuckin' house

And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone,

in the muthafuckin' house

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